Curious peek -- no spectrum
Neither Floyd, nor Physics
Instead the space stared back
Welcoming in its chastity to concoct
Colors bleeding from recurring fervor
If it were just presumptions to belie
Taking would have been the sole intent
Of any handful that was left…
It’s no mystery now -- ablution be myth
Aroma be only a ceaseless mirage
Endless tales of drifting dots
As glimmers of interest flicker
Prior to ambers losing ignition;
Engulfed in guileful inferno
Transform into a feast of cheaps
King, drama be thy name…
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3 comments:
Now what can I say about this one...
(sighs..)
A good one but not very pleasant though.. keeping the context in mind.
that is nice poem......btw have u written yourself?....
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